Foot prints like a shadow
fading, seeping in and
lifting off,
in the suns bright glare
and the rocks warm
worn presence.

Salty feet,
rested for such
a short time
like life, share the
same space and light,
then return, by leaving.

That is, our
share in this world’s
time piece, but a barely
perceptible,
or remembered
shadows veil.

That is what we fear
That is what we regret
That is what we would change
That is, for most inevitable
That is life’s short journey
That’s why need smile and shine